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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.