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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.