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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Lyres,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.