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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.