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 Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
UT,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.