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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.