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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Wings,
Darondo,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.