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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.