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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.