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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.