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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.