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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Interpol,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.