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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.