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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
PIL,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.