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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.