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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
X-102,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.