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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.