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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Can,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.