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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.