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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.