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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.