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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.