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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gap Band 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.