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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 Crime to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.