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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.