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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.