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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.