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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.