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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.