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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
UT,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.