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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.