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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.