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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Can,
Inner City,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.