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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.