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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.