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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Remains to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.