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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.