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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 UT to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.