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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.