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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.