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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
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.