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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Gong,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.