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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.