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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Nas,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.