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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.