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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.