Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.