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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.