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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.