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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.