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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.