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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.