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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.