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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.