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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.