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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.