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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.