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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.