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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.