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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.