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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.