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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.