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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.