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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.