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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.