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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.