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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.