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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
ABC,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.