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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.