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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.