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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
X-102,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.