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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.