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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Nico,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.