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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.