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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.