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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.