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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.