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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.