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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.