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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.