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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.