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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Pantytec,
MDC,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.