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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.