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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Index,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.