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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
X-101,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
UT,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.