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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.