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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.