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 Malta 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.