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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 UT to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.