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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.