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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.