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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.