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 Cameroon 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.