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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.