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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.