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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.