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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.