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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.