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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.