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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.