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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.