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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.