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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.