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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.