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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
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.