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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.