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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.