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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.