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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.