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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.