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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.