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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.