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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.