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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.