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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.