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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.