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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Index,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.