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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.