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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.