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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.