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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.