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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.