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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.