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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.