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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.