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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Smog,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.