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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.