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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.