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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
PIL,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.