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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Bill Near 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.