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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.