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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.