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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.