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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.