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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.