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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.