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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.