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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.