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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.