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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.