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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.