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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.