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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls 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?
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.