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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.