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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.