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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.