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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.