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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 UT to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Can,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.