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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.