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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.