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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.