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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Swans,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.