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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.