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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
UT,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.