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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Can,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.