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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.