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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 CMW to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.