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 Gambia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.