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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Television,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.