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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
JFA,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.