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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.