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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.