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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.