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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.