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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.