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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.