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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Can,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Crime,
PIL,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.