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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.