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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.