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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Scion,
Unwound,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.