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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.