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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.