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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.