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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.