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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
cv313,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.