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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Urselle,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.