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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.