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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.