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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.