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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.