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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.