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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.