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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.