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 India 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.