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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Wire,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Liliput,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Monks,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.