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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Crime,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.