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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.