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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.