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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.