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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.