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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Swans,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.