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 Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.