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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
New Order,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.