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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Mars,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.