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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.