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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.