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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.