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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.