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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Television,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.