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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.