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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.