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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Erasure,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.