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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Camouflage 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.