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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.