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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.