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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.