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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Smiths to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.