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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.