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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.