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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.