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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.