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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.