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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.