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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.