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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.