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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.