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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.