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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.