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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Godley & Creme 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.