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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.