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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.