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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Zapp,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.