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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.