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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.