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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.