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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.