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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.