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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.