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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wire,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.