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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.