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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.