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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.