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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.