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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.