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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.