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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.