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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
X-102,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.