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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.