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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.