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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Darondo,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.