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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.