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 China and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.