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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.