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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.