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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.