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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.