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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.