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 Botswana and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
DNA,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.