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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.