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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.