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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Wake,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.