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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.