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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.