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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.