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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
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.