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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.