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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.