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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.