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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.