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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.