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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.