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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Crime,
Index,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.