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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faust to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.