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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Jandek,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.