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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.