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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.