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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.