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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.