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 Portugal 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.