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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
June Days,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.