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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.