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 France and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.