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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.