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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
UT,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.