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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.