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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.