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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.