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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.