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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.