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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.