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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 AZ to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.