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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.