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 Albania 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.