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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.