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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.