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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Wings,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.