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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Gories,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.