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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.