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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Cluster,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.