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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Niagra,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.