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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.