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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.