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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.