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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.