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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.