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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.