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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.