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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.