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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 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 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.