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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Smog,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.