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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.