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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Victims,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.