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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.