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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.