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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.