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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.