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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
MC5,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.