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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.