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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
MC5,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.