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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.