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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.