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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Wire,
New Order,
This Heat,
MDC,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.