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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.