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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.