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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.