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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Technova,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.