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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.