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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.