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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.