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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.