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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.