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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.