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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.