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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.