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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.