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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.