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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.