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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sandy B 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.