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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.