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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.