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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.