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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.