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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.