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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.