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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
The Wake,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.