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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.