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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.