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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.