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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Japan,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.