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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.