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 Laos 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.