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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.