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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.