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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.