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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Index,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.