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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.