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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Busters,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.