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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Television,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Faust,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.