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 China and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.