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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
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.