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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Wings,
Television,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Nico,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.