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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.