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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Invisible to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.