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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.