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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.