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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Names,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.