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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.