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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.