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 Japan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.