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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.