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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.