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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Can,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.