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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.