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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols 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?
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.