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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Brick,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.