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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.