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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.