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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.