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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.