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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.