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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.