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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.