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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.