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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.