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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.