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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.