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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.