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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.