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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.