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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.