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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
MC5,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.