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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.