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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.