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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.