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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.