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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.