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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.