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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.