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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.