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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.