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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.