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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.