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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.