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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.