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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Wire,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.