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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Martian,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.