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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.