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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.