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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.