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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.