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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.