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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.