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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Television,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.