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 Gabon and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
JFA,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.