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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.