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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.