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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.