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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.