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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.