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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Interpol,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.