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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.