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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.