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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Move,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
MDC,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.