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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.