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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.