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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.