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 Germany 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.