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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.