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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.