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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.