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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.