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 France and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
CMW,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.