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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Visage,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.