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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.