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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.