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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.