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 Iran 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.