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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.