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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Index,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.