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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.