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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 New York and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.