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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.