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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.