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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.