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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.