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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.