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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.