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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
MDC,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.