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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.