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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.