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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.