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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.