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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Saints,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.