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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.