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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Kayak,
The Names,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.