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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Colin Newman 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.