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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.