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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.