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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Slave,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.