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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.