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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.