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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.