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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.