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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Index,
This Heat,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.