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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.