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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.