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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.