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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.