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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.