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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Can,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.