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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.