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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.