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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Cale 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.