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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.