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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Television,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.