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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Suicide,
Visage,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.