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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.