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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.