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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
The Names,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.