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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.