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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Television,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.