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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Television,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.