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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Scion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.