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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.