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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.