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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.