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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.