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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.