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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.