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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.