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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.