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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Nico,
Index,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.