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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.