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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.