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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.