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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.