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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
cv313,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.