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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 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 Prince Buster 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.