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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.