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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.