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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.