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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.