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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.