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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
MDC,
Neu!,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.