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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.