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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.