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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.