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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Index,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.