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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s.
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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.