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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.