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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.