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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.