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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.