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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.