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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.