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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.