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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.