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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.