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 France 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.