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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
PIL,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.