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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.