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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.